Today’s prompt on the NaPoWriMo site was to write an “un-love poem.” I was really excited about this prompt! There were so many ideas about who/what I wanted to un-love that I was certain I would have difficulty narrowing my options. However, when my inner critic tried to tell me not to respond to this prompt, his fate was sealed. This is, by far, the most liberating break-up I’ve ever been a part of! **CAUTION: I didn’t mince words. I wasn’t nice or polite. This does contain some strong (profane?) language. If you are offended by such, just skip this one.**
You are no longer my master.
You are now my slave.
I will bind you, blindfold you, gag you
And confine you to the darkest corner
Where you can suffer
Until Hell freezes over.
You are only allowed to offer your opinion
When I decide.
You are no longer free to berate me.
You are no longer free to condemn my best efforts.
Why put any effort into destroying you?
Are you worth that much of my energy?
I think not.
Perhaps it is time to do the worst to you
Time for the silent treatment.
Silence is far worse than honest rejection.
Henceforth, you will be ignored.
Your words will fall on deaf ears.
You always have so much to say
But no credible evidence to
Make the charges stick.
Your judgment is inadmissible in my courtroom.
Your opinion is like an asshole –
We all have one.
Assholes are only good for one thing.
And your words are just that… shit.
My ideas, my dreams
Are fertilized by your shit.
My ideas and my dreams
Will grow and flourish
And bloom and produce fruit.
Your incessant negativity
Will wither and die.
Your ideas can rot and decay in the sewer.
Like Tom and Nicole
Or Ben and J-Lo…
In Taylor Swift’s words,
We are never, ever, ever
Getting back together.
You are powerless.
You just don’t matter to me anymore.